Monday, January 20, 2014
I didn't make my weight goal this six weeks. I'm at 155 pounds, and my goal was to be 152 by today.
I'm feeling disappointed and bummed. I have been almost perfectly on track with my daily calories, macronutrients, and workouts.
(One thing I can do better with is the timing of meals, though--best for me is to eat every 2.5 hours.)
Part of me is REALLY proud of myself for ALSO being able to be happy about the fact that I have been STRONG in my workouts. Recently I said to my trainer, "Thank you for being patient with me until I get stronger." And he said, "You're the strongest one of all my clients."
I know I shouldn't compare myself to other people (heck, his other clients could all be 90 years old for all I know . . . not to put down those older than me, but the large majority of people lose physical strength as they age), but that felt really good to hear regardless.
Also, I've gotten up to riding 32 miles on my bicycle! One more "also"--my trainer asked me what I did for cardio today, and I told him, "Thanks for asking . . . I did Stair Master level 8 for 30 minutes." He looked at me and said, "What the HE**!" as in, he was impressed. I cracked up.
I have made some great gains with regard to strength and stamina.
Maybe it really is true that the scale is just ONE measurement of our success. It's just not the end-all be-all of health, and it's important for me to be reminded of this fact continually.
One day at a time, one drink of water at a time, one meal at a time, one night of sleep at a time--WE CAN DO THIS!! WE ARE DOING THIS!!
Wednesday, January 01, 2014
I just wanted to do a quick post to show that I hadn't fallen off the edge of the Earth . . . it IS flat, isn't it? (joking . . . )
Things are good, food is good, exercise is right on track.
I'll post a blog this weekend!
Feel loved. You are.
Monday, December 16, 2013
This past week was a difficult week. It's the second time since mid June that I feel like I fell off the wagon. I have been having feelings stirred up from the holidays, hormones, and healing work about my past (not an excuse, just a factor.) I had fast food one meal last week but stayed within my calories for the day. Also, I didn't eat at the designated times I stay within but crammed in food at the end of the day a few times. I didn't get over 8 glasses of water most days. Not terrible, but the scale went up a pound when I weighed in Sunday. I know--don't worry about it.
Emotions. They are there to process, not to escape from. But boy, have I been wanting to escape to food. I thought I had moved past emotional eating, but this past week I learned that it is definitely still a "go-to" path in my brain.
I am SO thankful that I was inspired this morning by a podcast, and I am BACK, baby. But my awareness has been raised that the desire to run to food to escape emotion has not gone away. One meal at a time, one cup of water at a time, one workout at a time, one night of sleep at a time, WE CAN DO THIS.
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